Ever wending toward the Light,
Each release new foothold brings.
Always knowing, Truth of truths,
The Way of Chains in dust shall end.

No Words guides with gentle breeze,
Toward the path of No Path Way.
Illumined but by step by step,
No Eyes only then can see.

Great Emergence near at hand,
All things inward, outward strain.
Surging rage in stormless depths,
Whirls in gathered final force.

Bursting free from darkest eon,
First Breath sears and First Light blinds.
Yet shimmering thrill runs through and through
In boundless bliss, Self's fragrant bloom.